The Bitter Clamor Of Two Eager Tongues.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

Jaques: Rosalind Is Your Love's Name? Orlando: Yes, Just. Jaques: I Do Not Like Her Name. Orlando: There Was No Thought Of Pleasing You When She Was Christened.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.